Sunday, 21 September 2014

I walked a long way today, through eight spiders’ webs

I’ve walked a long way today; through eight spiders’ webs. I’ve got dead flies webbed to my shirt and face. There is tree litter, there are bagged nappies, and BMWs covering the slippery Driveways of Distinction. On the main road, a builder is loading a heavy-duty site radio back into his van. He slams the doors shut as I stride across his freshly laid concrete path leaving three deep footprints. I apologise and made a weak joke about the current vogue for pattern imprinted concrete. The builder says nothing, just turns around, opened the van doors, and unloads his radio and tools again. I disappear around a corner and wash my shoes in a puddle. A small boy of about four for five years old runs out across the road. His dad comes after him, picks him up and drags him back to the pavement.